Under the Stars

This poem is for those who know what it feels like to kiss under a starry sky. And talk about aliens afterwards.

Under the stars

we kissed and talked about aliens.

Under the stars

we looked on the city as other people try

to find whatever we have right now.

Under the stars

I tasted your lips.

And it tasted like vodka.

Under the stars

we joked around and pleased

the gods, demons, and mischievous elves

that peek from everywhere.

Under the stars

we slept

with the watchful eyes of Mother Moon

looking on with interest.

Under the stars

we promised eternity

That under the stars

we will always kiss and always talk about aliens.

Author's Note

This is inspired by a true event that I recalled just recently. I used to be bitter about it, but now I just fondly remember it, meaning I have moved on. Yay! I really tried to be quirky and cute in this piece. Did it work? Please tell me. Hope you like it.

Reviews

[Matthew Smith]

It turned out more quirky than cute, in my opinion. It reads like it would be a great song, though.